*Party Hard* {Garrett}

Willow had been to multiple parties in her life time and all of them were pretty much the same thing, well the college parties differed a little bit from the high school ones. At least in college you didn’t have to persuade someone to buy the alcohol. Usually the person old enough to get the goods was throwing the party. Not to mention college students were more experienced in this kind of things. They were more games and sometimes decorations; sometimes they would even install a really cool music system. But after a while they were still the same thing. But Willow continuously went to them when she knew about them. And she knew about almost every party, due to the fact that she was friends with the majority of the people in her classes and people enjoyed Willow’s company at these parties. One of these days she was going to have to kidnap Jacki and bring her to one of these. When Tala wasn’t looking and wouldn’t ask questions as to why Jacki would be hung over the next day. Of course she could always spend the night at one of the dorms like Willow did when she got drunk. Or Willow could for once be the designated driver and not drink. Or she could call one of her brothers for a ride.

Will was full of options when it came to parties. Like stated earlier, she went to a lot of these in her life time. So she knew what to do and how to handle herself. The girl tossed her hair over her shoulder as she waited to be marked on the hand. Showing that she gave her three dollars at the door. The amount of money usually differed depending on the host and how much they spent on the party. But this Frat house had a party every weekend for the heck of it so they usually didn’t charge much. At least they didn’t charge the awesome people much. She smiled at the tanned boy at the door as he drew a star on her right hand. Highlighter, so it must be a black light party. Well at least the basement was a black light party, they living room and kitchen still had the lights on. But of course there were still party goers up there, unfortunately the drinks were downstairs where the only thing you can see it the glow-in-dark things, neon lights, and the bright colored shirts that the females tended to wear. This wasn’t something unfamiliar to Willow, they did the same thing last weekend. So she knew what she was getting herself into. She would get tipsy downstairs, but not completely drunk where she would inevitably cause an accident.

And then she would grab a couple drinks and head upstairs to the light where it would be a little safer to get intoxicated. She made her way to the make shift bar and grabbed an empty cup. The girl waited for it to be filled with jungle juice (the college party default drink) and then left to chat it up with people from her English class that she first spotted when she walked in. Willow grinned and talked with a few of them before moving to the next group of people that wanted to talk to her. A couple hours into the party, Willow had lost count of how people she talked to, played three games of Irish poker, danced five times with her chemistry lab partner (who was the definition of ‘white guys can’t dance’), and drank at least four cups of jungle juice. That’s how it normally went with her though. Honestly, as bad as it sounds, these parties were almost a routine to her. Willow wasn’t a bad girl in the sense that you shouldn’t bring her around your family; she just liked having fun and being social. She grabbed her fifth cup when some stranger had asked her to join their beer pong game.

All she had to do was find a partner. That should be easy enough. She nodded to the guy and told him she would be upstairs with a partner momentarily. Will glanced around the room trying to pick the perfect person. It had to be someone who was tipsy and not hammered, so they would have some slim chance of winning. Willow turned her head and spotted someone who looked a little out of place in the setting. His scruff kind of made him look a little too old to be in college. Then again Willow was told she looked too young to be in college, so whatever. The girl slowly walked over to the guy and paused when she noticed his red eyes (because she miraculously saw them in the dimmed basement). “Excuse me!” Willow shouted over the music. “You look relatively sober; do you want to be my partner?” Maybe it the alcohol that slowed her down, but Willow didn’t really realize that that sentence could be taken in multiple ways. Though she clearly meant her beer pong partner.